Thursday, August 8, 2019

Review: Wild Horse by Kyle Richardson with Giveaway!

by Kyle Richardson
Meerkat Press
 YA Superhero/ Dystopian
30 pages

Grady has found a crack in the wall—a crack to the outside world. But all he knows about life outside the compound comes from books, magazines, and a photograph of a creature that no longer exists. Things change when he meets a girl with raspberry-yellow hair, and a secret that could lead them to a world beyond the walls. A world where their abilities could change everything … or lead them both to ruin.


This is not a typical young adult dystopian read, but rather weaves words and worlds in a poetic way through short glimpses to build the blocks of an emotional story line.

Grady finds a crack in the wall, and when the guards aren't watching, dares to peek at the world outside. He's never seen it and only knows the compound with it's cots, locked rooms and control. When he meets a girl who has special abilities of her own,  the become friends and manage to escape into the world beyond. Here, their abilities can change everything.

This is a very short story which encompasses so much more than most short stories could. It doesn't take the usual plot form, but rather uses short glimpses to lead from beginning to end. The author takes a very lyrical approach, allowing symbolism, feelings and moments to take control. While descriptions and world building remain at a bare minimum, the emotions of the characters come to life. It's a play of beauty in atmosphere and words.

It's easy to get lost in the poetry of this tale, but on the other side, more basic things are hard to grasp. The first pages opened like a dream but made it difficult to grasp the true situation of what the characters were up against. Even the plot threads along without solid lines or paths. It's beautiful and not what a fan of this genre might expect. Some will love it, but it isn't a read for everyone.


Grady finds it in the spring, when the leaves are sprouting from the trees in tiny pink-green buds. There are no trees in the courtyard, there's only dirt and rocks and other kids that look like Grady—their heads shaven, their clothes loose and gray, the skin under their eyes a creamy blue and red. But Grady has found a crack in the wall, a crack that wasn't there before—a crack that isn't supposed to be. Whenever the guards aren't looking, he leans his face against the wall and peers through the crack at the world outside. He does this with his left eye first. Always his left eye first. The gap is so tiny it's like squinting through a nostril. But in that nostril there's the sky, purple as a bruise, and beneath it there are scrawny trees with tiny pink-green buds. Today the trees bend and sway, like they know Grady's watching. Like they're dancing just for him. And his cracked lips spread until he's smiling, big and dumb.
This is when he hears the voice. "What're you looking at?" The voice comes from behind him, small and smooth and wild, like the picture of the horse taped to the ceiling above his cot. It knocks something loose in him, something that tumbles free, something that falls but doesn't seem to ever land. Whatever it is, it just keeps on falling, lost somewhere inside him. Grady frowns and squirms, but the stupid feeling doesn't quit. "Go away," he tells the voice. He doesn't bother to turn. "I'm looking at spring," he adds, "but you wouldn't know what that is."
The voice that's like a wild horse, it tells him, "I do too know what spring is. And I know that you're mean and I don't like you." Then the voice is gone, and a guard walks by, and Grady looks away from the wall as if the crack isn’t there at all. And stomping away from him straight across the courtyard, like she's trying to knock the world off orbit with the weight of her footsteps alone, is a skinny girl with loose gray clothes and raspberry-yellow hair.

Grady raises his eyebrows. Whatever that thing is inside him, it tumbles even faster.

And here he is...

Kyle lives in the suburban wilds of Canada with his adorable wife, their rambunctious son, and their adventurous daughter. He writes about shapeshifters, superheroes, and the occasional clockwork beast, moonlights as an editor at Meerkat Press, and has a terrible habit of saying the wrong thing at the most inopportune moments. His short fiction has appeared in places such as Love Hurts: A Speculative Fiction Anthology and Daily Science Fiction.

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1 comment:

Kyle Richardson said...

Thanks for the wonderfully thoughtful review, Tonja! :D